Page 539 of Savage Bosses

Ambrose lifts me into his arms and carries me into my house. Long, tapered fingers wipe my tears away as he takes me straight to my room. I sniffle, wiping my eyes with my hands as this beautiful man kneels, removes my shoes, and slowly begins to undress me.

“Get under the covers.”

“What?”

“Under the covers,” he repeats, undressing.

When he crawls into bed behind me, he pulls me into his arms, and I rest my head on his shoulder crying myself to sleep.

Teardrops seep from my eyes.

Pain rocks my heart.

A feathery touch tickles my thigh.

I arch my back like a feline in the darkness. Is this part of the dream?

I feel it again before I feel the moisture. Flickering my eyes open, I see my cover rise and fall before a huddled figure moves between my legs.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, arching my hips upward.

My fingers tighten in his silken strands, and my legs lock around his head. Fingers brush against my clit spreading me wider, and his tongue replaces his fingers. I push into them, needing to drown in the pleasure it creates as my bad dream pushes to the recesses of my mind.

He’s hungry and voracious tonight. He’s nothing like he is at the office where I often think he’s more reserved. Every lick and touch is more possessive than he’s ever been. My hips jerk wildly upward again as my fingertips clutch at his hair.

I swear my heart stops, if just for a few seconds, as my juices pool on his tongue and the tsunami of my flood drowns his lips, mustache, and nose.

When he surfaces, I see the gleam of desire in those golden orbs shining in the dark. Ambrose takes my lips in a hungry, desperate kiss, his moist palms clinging to my hips.

I taste my desire on his lips, smell it on his face, and forage into what clings to his tongue. He spreads my legs apart with his knees and nestles in my haven as he slowly and carefully slides himself inside me, filling me up, ripping me apart, and putting me together again.

My nails claw into his back, marking my territory. His dick is well-seated within me, claiming my pussy, my soul, and an eternity of orgasms to come.

Our lovemaking is slow, sweet and passionate. It’s full of sweet love that was born over a decade ago. It’s the beauty of two souls who love and adore one another coming together.

Until it isn’t.

I don’t know if Ambrose’s hunger or mine ups the stakes. One of us begins to push as the other pulls, demanding more from the other. I pump my hips wildly, biting his bottom lip and tugging the strands of his hair.

He jackhammers into me, tapping a staccato rhythm before gripping my legs tightly, jerking them from around his back, and pushing them back until my toes touch my velvet, tufted headboard.

I scream as he thrusts hard and deep inside me at an infuriatingly fast pace until he knocks the wind from my lungs. My screams grow louder until he releases my legs, exchanging them for his hand around my neck.

Ambrose squeezes as his nostrils flare, his lips become pinched, and those fiery gold eyes flash at me. It’s then that I give him what he’s demanding of me. It’s then that I know that there’s no going back because, despite what happened between my brother and us earlier, Ambrose is staking his claim and won’t let go.

CHAPTER 14

Ambrose

“Y

ou can sit here with your arms crossed, not speaking to me, and be angry as fuck. You’ve earned that right. I’m asking you to stop being a dick and answer your sister’s calls.”

“Fuck you.”

“Very original for the COO of a company.”

“Of all the women, why her?”

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